THREE: Deception Love Murder
Inviting a stranger into your home can be dangerous. Inviting a stranger into your life can turn deadly.
How would you feel if you discovered your death was meticulously planned by someone you loved? You didn't know how or when or even why. All you could do was wait.
Emma has it all-a job she loves and a man who professed to love her.
Or did she? How could she be so blind?
When her lover’s car is found burned and abandoned in another state, the police come asking some hard questions. What she discovers upends her world completely. Jude had been living a double life right under her nose. A deceitful life, a treacherous life. Who was this man that had already groomed another woman to take over Emma's life? A woman who was Emma's body double and now dead.
Why had she so easily trusted this psychopath with her heart? Betrayed on every level, consequences not of Emma’s making were nipping at her heels. Tick. Tock.
THREE is a gripping crime thriller that will have you hooked. A fast-paced psychological thriller that has been compared to the works of Dan Brown. It can be read as a standalone and serves as the first.
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Eager to be done with this weird turn of events, I flipped the small lock clip and quickly opened the safe deposit box. I threw the lid back expecting to find it empty. If anyone had been a fly on the wall, they surely would have laughed as I threw my hands up and jumped back when I looked inside the box.
Aunt Mary's hand shot to her mouth to stifle a scream, and I felt the blood rush to my head as my heart hammered against my chest. Dizzy and sure I would fall over, I plunked into one of the chairs. Reflexively, I slammed the top shut as if the contents could strike us like a snake. We sat there gawking at each other. Aunt Mary was the first to make another move for the box. She touched the edge gently as if it was electrified and then pushed up the lid and flipped it back quickly.
“Go ahead. Take them out and line them up,” she ordered as she pointed at the contents of the box.
The smell of money escaped from the box and filled the small area. My hands trembled as I gingerly removed the bundles of currency from the box. I stacked each banded pile of US currency neatly on the left, euros in the center and what looked like pesos on the right. There were all varieties of denominations, and by the time they were stacked they were four inches high. Mary and I exchanged nervous looks. She was as overwhelmed as I was. Next, I removed three gold bars that were difficult to pick up and laid them below the piles of currency.
Unable to restrain herself, Aunt Mary picked up a bar and inspected it as if she knew what examination of a gold bar entailed. Obviously, she didn't, but I let her have her moment. When she was satisfied, she placed the bar down gingerly.
Next, I removed a small black velvet bag. I pulled the strings of the bag apart and peeked inside. I could only see a black abyss. Something was in there. I could feel something round and small, like pebbles, through the material. I turned the bag onto its side and coaxed the contents out onto the copy of the document I had signed. Six small, translucent stones resembling bits of broken glass tumbled out. Unable to grip one with the glove, I rolled it forward into my palm with my finger. I held it up to the fluorescent light as if I were a practiced jeweler who had misplaced my jeweler's loop.
“These are blood diamonds,” Aunt Mary said with great authority.
“You don't know that!” I snapped.
“I watch PBS, NOVA, and saw that movie with Leonardo DiCaprio. Blood Diamonds.” She banged the table hard for emphasis and I nearly peed my pants from nerves.
“Jesus, what should I do. Do I tell them what's in here? Should I turn all this money over and sign it away? Or will they think I only cooperated because the jig was up and I’d been caught red-handed? You think they will arrest me on the spot? How will I make bail?” The questions were coming out rapid-fire. I pointed at the pile of currency and diamonds on the table. “Oh my God, whatever I do, this looks bad, Aunt Mary. Beyond bad.”
K. J. McGillick was born in New York and once she started to walk she never stopped running. But that's what New Yorker's do. Right? A Registered Nurse, a lawyer now author.
As she evolved so did her career choices. After completing her graduate degree in nursing, she spent many years in the university setting sharing the dreams of the enthusiastic nursing students she taught. After twenty rewarding years in the medical field she attended law school and has spent the last twenty-four years as an attorney helping people navigate the turbulent waters of the legal system. Not an easy feat. And now? Now she is sharing the characters she loves with readers hoping they are intrigued by her twisting and turning plots and entertained by her writing
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